Sunday 29th September | Issue #01
Writing for a Sunday is like coming home. For a couple of years I religiously ran a weekly newsletter with my sister called Slow Sunday Club and the pattern of tapping away for the most cosiest day of the week brought me a lot of joy. So it only feels right to return to a cadence of sharing Sunday goodness, in a more low-key way.
This week has been extremely busy, which would probably divide most people into two camps: those who wish for a quieter week next and those who absolutely thrive under pressure (I’m the latter by the way).
I always think I want to have a quiet week next week, but the reality is if it is too quiet the drive is reduced and I tend to fall into my thoughts a little, not always negatively but it isn’t the most satisfying way to spend a week. The bustle of this week has kept me going in all manners, yes, I worked hard on my to-do list, but it also gave me the drive to finish two books, go for many long walks, bake a cake and mop my floors. So hurray for the busy week.
I feel oddly like I’m glorifying a busy week, I promise I’m not. Gone are those days where I’m exhausted from being here, there and everywhere. Nowadays for me, a busy week is one in which I’m at a good capacity that keeps things interesting without being overwhelming.
Whilst I was busy working, I had one of those fleeting moments of joy where I realised how much my younger self would be so happy doing what I do. At the time of this thought specifically, I was drawing a set of illustrations for my client’s website and it was so much fun, sometimes I forget that jobs before have been terribly boring. It’s nice to have those full-circle moments, isn’t it?
Oh, and I harvested my first bunch of runner beans, and I feel all kinds of wholesome. Who knew growing your own produce can make you feel new highs in terms of achievements?






This week in links
This very vanilla birthday cake is now officially my favourite cake (baking birthday cakes is not just for birthdays, right? )
I’ve fallen back in love with my slow cooker thanks to this marry-me chicken recipe (also I am now the proud owner of Poppy’s new recipe book*, so will only be slow cooking for the foreseeable)
Not food-related, but certainly good food for thought about the fantasy of Sabrina Carpenter
“I don’t think it’s confidence in hoping people like me. I think it’s just, like, I don’t want to be anyone else.” - I will forever read any Florence Pugh interview
Finally, I invested in some new bedding which feels as good as it looks
Entertaining bits
Watch: The best part of coming into autumn is there are finally some good things to watch, I managed a good few films this week but the standout one with They Cloned Tyrone on Netflix. Think grainy, retro, dystopian scooby-do with possibly the best trio (John Boyega, Jamie Foxx & Teyonah Parris).
Listen: Finally finding my way back into listening to podcasts, I caught Distracted’s newest episode about self-compassion and ADHD which was a good listen for those who need a reminder to be kinder to themselves.
Read: I finished The Blue Machine by Helen Czerski this week, after a long run of pure fiction it was refreshing to deep dive (excuse the pun) into the mechanics of our oceans. I do love a really granular non-fiction book, it’s nice to feel your brain expanding a little bit - definitely worth a read if you’re as fascinated by the ocean as I am.
One last thing
Bulb planting season is here, I wrote a post earlier this week about what spring bulbs I have bought (spoiler alert: there’s a fair amount of bulbs).
Turns out that putting your phone on the other side of the room at night means you read more, who knew?
Don’t ever put a laundry tab in your dishwasher mistakenly, your teas will taste of clean washing, speaking from a very recent experience.
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Speak soon, Allie ☁️